Officially, this book is called Dirty Secret: A Daughter Comes Clean About Her Mother's Compulsive Hoarding, but you can see how that would be a mouthful to say all the time.
It is no secret that I love all of those hoarder shows that they play on TV (being I not-so-secretly enjoy other people's pain, especially stupid people), and this book was just up my alley. I know that compulsive hoarding is a medical condition (I suspected I was in the early stages when I was younger) but it is still one of the more ridiculous and laughable ones sometimes. I know it's not funny for the people who have it, but still... Don't judge me.
I liked this book. So much so that I put it in my recommendation display at the library in which I work.
On a completely different note, I have decided to not read the rest of the the Dollanger Family series (Flowers in the Attic, etc.) because I find that I just don't care any more. Plus, I made a promise that I would read the books I actually own and have been sitting on my shelves unread for years. So there.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Thursday, February 5, 2015
2015 Reading: Crossfire Series
Jesus Christ.
Okay, you know everything bad I ever said about 50 Shades? I am officially taking it ALL back. OFFICIALLY.
Because the Crossfire series, which apparently I am not even done with yet, ugh, is the biggest pile of garbage I have ever put into my eyeballs!
Everyone in these books needs serious psychological help. ALL OF THEM.
Like, the main guy killed a man.
...in cold blood...
And the chick was all like "Oh, you really DO care about me! You poor dear, let me take care of you..." and then they go on having WAY too much sex while NOT talking about their problems, rather just letting them build up until they blow up at one another and then have very not healthy "make-up sex" in addition to the too much sex they are already having.
None of this is okay. None of this is good. I don't think it's possible to have THAT MUCH sex back to back to back. Chaffing is not fun, people,
Good God, even I was getting sore from reading these books.
Okay, you know everything bad I ever said about 50 Shades? I am officially taking it ALL back. OFFICIALLY.
Because the Crossfire series, which apparently I am not even done with yet, ugh, is the biggest pile of garbage I have ever put into my eyeballs!
Everyone in these books needs serious psychological help. ALL OF THEM.
Like, the main guy killed a man.
...in cold blood...
And the chick was all like "Oh, you really DO care about me! You poor dear, let me take care of you..." and then they go on having WAY too much sex while NOT talking about their problems, rather just letting them build up until they blow up at one another and then have very not healthy "make-up sex" in addition to the too much sex they are already having.
None of this is okay. None of this is good. I don't think it's possible to have THAT MUCH sex back to back to back. Chaffing is not fun, people,
Good God, even I was getting sore from reading these books.
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